POV: The Shadow King
They felt it.
The moment Alex awakened the Sovereign Flame, the ripple tore through every realm—light, shadow, blood, and prophecy alike. Even across dimensions, deep within my black citadel of bone and abyss, I felt her power rise.
The Moon Queen awakens.
My lips curve slowly.
Too late.
The pool of void-water at my feet ripples violently, reflecting the battlefield she scarcely survived. Thousands kneel to her without ever knowing why. The royal fire recognizes its own.
But so does the darkness.
“You always burn so beautifully,” I murmur.
The flame inside her does not frighten me.
It excites me.
The elder witches were wrong to think prophecy chose her only to destroy me. Prophecy is not a weapon—it is a door.
And tonight, that door finally cracked open.
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